Chapter 211: What Is Eternity?
A deadly silence had fallen over the space; the air was heavier than ever. Unlike the Paragons’ sermons, here, no one dared to speak.
Suddenly, a divine presence enveloped everything. Everyone turned to look toward the entrance. In that moment, as the dim light faded, it was as if time itself bent and even breathing became harder.
From within a silver mist, like a veil drawn between the mortal world and Eternity, he stepped forward—not with the clanging of metal boots, but with a stillness that seemed to carry truth itself.
He was the Prophet of the Faith of Eternity.
He wore a long and majestic robe woven from golden threads. With every movement, it rippled like waves through time. Even though his face was hidden behind a layer of white mist, every being—from the weakest creature to the strongest sorcerer—could feel that they were standing before something beyond understanding, beyond reality.
No sound came from his lips, but the minds of everyone present filled with alien, ancient, and deeply meaningful words—words that felt like they had been carved into the soul of the world since the beginning.
His right hand slowly rose; each finger glowed like a golden flame, but without heat. With every motion, the mist around him swirled into rings, and time twisted forward or backward—as if his mere presence ignored the laws of the world.
And even though nothing could be seen in his gaze, everyone somehow knew he could see—their past, their future. It felt like nothing could be hidden from him.
Just by seeing him, Daniel felt his very existence unraveling.
So this is the power of a demigod? For a moment, he felt fear—but quickly pulled himself together.
This presence was even more suffocating than what he had felt from that unknown woman in the Broken Valley.